Weird coming?Fortunately, I am the King of Hades

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Three meat and two vegetables, four dishes and one soup.

Looking at the steaming food on the table, Su Wan seemed to be touched by something.

When was the last time you had such a steaming meal?

It was last time.

The difference is that it is her husband who cooks.

The daughter also said happily at this time: "Mom, it smells so good, I want to eat it."

"Eat."

【Su Wan】

[Current status: complicated, sad. 】

[Favourability: +20 (-8 vigilance)]

after an hour.

Full of wine and food.

The ghost mother-in-law and ghost wife are washing dishes in the kitchen.

A little loli ran up to Shen Jian, and said crisply: "Dad, the teacher assigned us a social practice homework today, let us visit the neighbors, have friendly exchanges, write down what we see, who's story The most exciting, the teacher rewards a little red flower."

Shen Jian was taken aback.

look away.

[Ghost daughter Su Ling. 】

[Introduction: Influenced by my aunt, I have determined to be a ghost king since I was a child, and protect my mother well. I am disappointed by my father's weak behavior, but I have no resistance to delicious food. 】

[Current status: Curious, curious, curious. 】

[Favourability: 30 (Friendly)]

Shen Jian smiled.

"Visiting the neighbors for friendly exchanges? Dad is the best at making relationships."

After eating, you need to move around.

This afternoon, I just took a rough tour, and nothing major happened.

A visit at home is very much in his mind.

that's it.

Shen Jian took little loli out the door.

But within a few steps of walking out of the gate, Shen Jian heard the sound of chopping meat, and at the same time, there was a smell of meat wafting out, accompanied by the sound of "gulu gulu" boiling.

I don't know, I thought it was a witch making medicine.

Searching for the sound, Shen Jian came to the next floor.

Little Lolita was a little scared and said: "Father, I heard that the uncle who lives here is sick. He has a strange disease. No matter how much he eats, he still can't fill his stomach."

Shen Jian was thoughtful.

"It's a strange disease. Dad is the best at curing it."

open the door.

Shen Jian walked in.

The scene inside is a little scary.

Like a slaughterhouse.

Cupboards, range hoods, refrigerators, the floor, the ceiling, and the gas tank were all splashed with a layer of blood and minced meat.

There was a machete on the chopping board.

A corpse fell to the ground, various parts of the body dismembered.

And the initiator.

It was a man who was exaggeratedly thin, almost skinny, but with a strangely bulging stomach.

The starving ghost is standing in front of the stove, staring at the boiling soup.

"It's almost there, it's almost there..."

The starving ghost stared into the soup, impatiently stomped on the spot, and when he couldn't help it, he began to bite his own hand.

He is so hungry.

I can only eat something else to fill my stomach first.

next moment.

The starving ghost seemed to have noticed something, and turned his head violently.

It looked terrifying, with high bulging cheekbones, less than seven taels of flesh left on its face, almost a pile of mud sticking to its face, and the same body, completely covered by a layer of skin.

It is a walking skeleton.

Seeing guests at home, the starved ghost's expression became extremely gloomy and excited.

Have it.

Here comes the food.

One big and one small, just right as his pre-dinner dessert.

then.

The starved ghost opened its bloody mouth full of minced meat.

But the next moment.

Shen Jian had already taken a step ahead and said, "Brother, are you cooked with soup?"

Hungry Ghost: ? ? ?

I'm a chef, can I still sell your raw soup pot?

You are not here to be funny.

wrong.

I'm not a chef at all.

Why do you want to sell you?

The starving ghost whose train of thought was interrupted by Shen Jian became even more ferocious.

"Guess, where will you be eaten by me?"

The starved ghost's saliva is about to flow.

His gaze scanned all parts of Shen Jian.

"Arm? Thigh? Heart? Liver? Brain?"

"And this, swallow it in one gulp, it should taste good."

The starving ghost looked at the little loli who was hiding behind Shen Jianjian.

Salivating.

Shen Jian also took out the mourning stick, patted the little Lolita's head,

"Look, this will be a healing medical story."

Chapter 118 Want to be more open, maybe he is dead

When Shen Jian took out the mourning stick, the starved ghost's expression was a bit wrong.

This ghost weapon seems to overwhelm him a bit.

He sensed danger.

If this ghost weapon hits him, he will probably cry out.

So, he chose to stay still for the time being.

Shen Jian stepped forward.

With a blank face, he said: "I have always been courteous before soldiers. If you have not made mistakes, I will not make things difficult for you."

"You cook here, do you have a sanitation permit?"

Hungry Ghost: ? ? ?

I cook in my own home, do I still need a sanitation permit?

He froze.

Is there such a rule?

no.

"I cook at home."

Said the starving ghost.

"So what? Isn't it amazing? Without a sanitation permit, what if the things you make are eaten by other ghosts by mistake? What if other people eat something wrong?"

Shen Jian's eyes turned cold.

Starving ghost: ...

"These things are not enough for me to eat, and I won't give them away."

"What if other ghosts steal it?" Shen Jian retorted.

"?"

Others steal my ass?

I haven't sued the other party for theft yet.

Shen Jian slowly shook his head: "You're still too old, you have to take responsibility for the things you make, if someone else eats something wrong."

The starving ghost didn't understand very much, but was shocked.

Certificate for cooking at home.

I still need to be responsible if others steal my food?

According to your logic, if I feed a stray dog every day, and the stray dog bites people, this responsibility is also mine?

"Yes."

Shen Jian nodded.

Starving Ghost:! ! !

Hooligans speak the rules better than you.

The starving ghost trembled from anger.

Under Shen Jian's series of questioning, the hungry ghost's grim face was distorted and wronged.

The more you think, the more angry you are.

then.